[Event] If you want to get out alive...
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shieldacademyauThose that sleep will awaken to a pitch black room with nothing but the faint red glow of the emergency lighting. This glow seemed to frame the ceiling of the room and gradually pulsate between a dimmer glow to a glow almost bright enough to read by then back down again. Every electronic device in the entire academy, dorms, and general building on the SHIELD grounds would display a black DOS-like screen with bright crimson lettering that read a simple, cryptic message.
Activating the new message brings up another black screen with a mostly legible message to the students of SHIELD Academy. This ominous message doesn't seem to be salvageable by even the most brilliant of computer programmers. The file is just corrupt and there is nothing that can be done for it. It's a wonder the thing opened at all, to be honest.
Those that didn't sleep would have found the lights had suddenly gone off around 0400. Shortly following the assumed harmless power outage, the usually white glowing strips lining the edges of every room would have faded to a red that indicated a warning. The red lettering on the screens would have followed after that and finally, a good ten minutes into the disquieting silence, the blue message alert appeared. They would have found their doors locked, and the windows all barred by solid adamantium panels.
There is no riddle to be had here, no teacher seems to be present to consult. The students were alone, required to rely on eachother, their own cunning, and their unique abilities.
For those poor souls trapped in the Hazard Room, well... just don't make any sudden movements. The training protocols seem to still be active. Fortunately, they are set on moderate difficulty. You had been looking to hone your skills and blow off a little steam. Well, you just got your wish.
Mod Notes: Treat this post like a mingle-log. OOC plotting can be found here.
Targets and Weaponry: SHIELD bots come in a variety of sizes from no more than a foot in height to nearly four feet and come armed with a plethora of weapons designed to subdue and capture. Weapons designed specifically to counter the abilities of those that live here, just in case they lose control.
Small built-in turrets keep hidden behind sleek panels in the ceilings of most hallways and in the ground outside. These turrets fire wide range of power nullifying munitions as well as good old fashioned taze rounds.
Targeting sensors on all the machines and turrets use facial recognition to identify each student. Their powers and weaknesses are recorded in the main SHIELD database, which it refers to and decides the best course of action.
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Activating the new message brings up another black screen with a mostly legible message to the students of SHIELD Academy. This ominous message doesn't seem to be salvageable by even the most brilliant of computer programmers. The file is just corrupt and there is nothing that can be done for it. It's a wonder the thing opened at all, to be honest.
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Those that didn't sleep would have found the lights had suddenly gone off around 0400. Shortly following the assumed harmless power outage, the usually white glowing strips lining the edges of every room would have faded to a red that indicated a warning. The red lettering on the screens would have followed after that and finally, a good ten minutes into the disquieting silence, the blue message alert appeared. They would have found their doors locked, and the windows all barred by solid adamantium panels.
There is no riddle to be had here, no teacher seems to be present to consult. The students were alone, required to rely on eachother, their own cunning, and their unique abilities.
For those poor souls trapped in the Hazard Room, well... just don't make any sudden movements. The training protocols seem to still be active. Fortunately, they are set on moderate difficulty. You had been looking to hone your skills and blow off a little steam. Well, you just got your wish.
Mod Notes: Treat this post like a mingle-log. OOC plotting can be found here.
Targets and Weaponry: SHIELD bots come in a variety of sizes from no more than a foot in height to nearly four feet and come armed with a plethora of weapons designed to subdue and capture. Weapons designed specifically to counter the abilities of those that live here, just in case they lose control.
Small built-in turrets keep hidden behind sleek panels in the ceilings of most hallways and in the ground outside. These turrets fire wide range of power nullifying munitions as well as good old fashioned taze rounds.
Targeting sensors on all the machines and turrets use facial recognition to identify each student. Their powers and weaknesses are recorded in the main SHIELD database, which it refers to and decides the best course of action.
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Date: 2014-08-22 07:34 pm (UTC)His momentary laps of concentration nearly got him tazed by one of the turret's electric rounds. He'd just barely missed it, but instead of worrying about it, he took off to follow the scent. He was a good little bloodhound. Dodging turrets and various other mobile defences, he caught sight of her.
"Allison!" He yelped, hoping to get her attention. One of the turrets opened up and locked onto her. In his panic, he intercepted her just as the tranq dart was fired. He took it in the arm for her, realising after the fact that it wasn't an actual bullet. "Oh..." He muttered and pulled it out. His healing factor would take care of the drug he could only hope.
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Date: 2014-08-22 07:56 pm (UTC)"I could have handled it," Allison mumbled, gently running her hand over the mark left by the dart. Even with her protest, she was at least happy to have him at her side.
They couldn't stop moving and she had a feeling Scott wouldn't be 100% after that. "Let's go."
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Date: 2014-08-23 02:24 pm (UTC)Her touch made him smile, and honestly, the mark was gone by the time she lifted her hand away. But he didn't want to admit that his vision was just a bit hazy after the dose of the drug. It would have dropped him if he'd still been human, so he was fortunate that he wasn't anymore.
"Yep. Good idea." He agreed, dodging to the side, bringing her with him with an arm around her waist as the nearest turret fired off a small volley of electric rounds. The zapping sizzle as they struck a tree gave them away. "And they seem to identify us pretty fast and can immediately switch between rounds, so... yeah." He let his arm slide free from her waist and took off after the nearest turret, dodging low and coming up to knock it clean off the tripod, shaking his hand afterwards. "Um... where aren't there any weaponised defences?"
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Date: 2014-08-23 07:38 pm (UTC)Once they parted, she hurried after him, giving another turret a sound kick in hopes of perhaps taking out its sensors to prevent it from spotting any other students who might be roaming the grounds. She had just found her balance when a clay disk whizzed past her ear when she shifted.
"Scott, I think it's a test!"